Everyone knows the routine...three times per day Muddear is given a breathing treatment. Three times a day we argue with her about the importance of completing the treatment in its entirety. Last night, Muddear stated:
"After tonight, I am not takin' that treatment anymore."
"Muddear, why don't you want to take your medicine?"
"The doctor didn't give that to me, a friend did."
"Your friend cannot write you prescriptions."
"I know, that's not a prescription. A friend told me about it. I told the doctor and he give it to me. I don't really need it."
"Muddear the doctor will only prescribe medicine for you that you actually need. After your check-up a few years ago, it was prescribed to you. I will get the container so you can see it."
I take a few minutes to get the box that contains the vials of medicine used for breathing treatments.
"See Muddear, here is the label...it has a prescription number on it, your name and the doctor's name."
"I don't care what you say! A friend gave that to me!"
"Why don't you read it for yourself?"
"NO! I am not gonna read it! I don't wanna see it! I know where it came from - it was a doctor and he is dead now!"
Okay, I give up! I had to end this conversation before I ran away screaming!
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